your grandmother’s dress?”
A few people chuckled awkwardly.
Others looked away.
Nobody knew how to respond.
I felt Emily’s hand tremble inside mine.
Years of similar comments flashed through my mind.
This wasn’t really about clothing.
It never had been.
It was about making someone feel small.
Before I could answer…
Before I could defend my wife…
A tiny voice interrupted.
My Daughter SpeaksShe smiled the way children do before asking perfectly honest questions.
“Grandma?”
Everyone turned.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Lily looked at Emily’s suit.
Then back at my mother.
“Mommy
